C.R. Ellis – Forget Me Knot Series Reading Order + an excerpt of book #3!

by Maryse on February 6, 2019 · 0 comments

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P.S. Book #3, What it Takes to Fall, will be going live this month (February 21st) and I have an exclusive excerpt below.

“Better buckle up, then, blondie; I have no intention of losing to you.”

Each book can be read as a standalone. :D

About book #1:

Twenty-four hours.

A no-strings-attached adventure with the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen—this was my alcohol-slash-lust-fueled proposal, and given before I could consider the potential ramifications. While his looks alone are enough to make a girl swoon, it’s the rest of him—a perfect balance of mysterious, sweet, and effortlessly charming—that draws me in. Through his cryptic comments and half-answers, he’s quickly become an enigma I’m determined to solve.

One way or another, this adventure promises to snap the stagnant, lackluster pattern my love life has been locked in lately.

Is it naive and a little reckless to think this won’t blow up in my face? Probably.

But the bigger question is the only one I need to answer…

Is the chance to soar among the stars worth the risk of being burned when the sun eventually rises?


Love is a mistake I won’t make again.

My rules are simple. Keep things surface-deep. Don’t make plans. And never, ever get attached.

One look at her is all it takes for me to break my first rule.
One conversation with her is all it takes for me to question everything.

Which means accepting her proposal is bound to be a mistake.

She has no idea who I am or what kind of demons I live with, so I tell myself there’s no harm in spending one day with her. But the more I lose myself in her, the more she brings me out of the darkness and into her light, the harder it’ll be to let her go.

When reality comes crashing down on us in the worst way possible, I have to decide between walking away…or risking everything for the woman who breaks all of my rules.


Excerpt of “What it Takes to Fall” (book #3):

“I can’t decide which quality is more attractive right now—your undying humility or your terrible dance moves,” I retorted, peeling the head sock off and attempting to smooth out my hair.

Bryce laughed and set our helmets on a table. “You forgot my charming personality and dashing good looks.”

“It’s definitely not your humility.”

“Knew it was the good looks.”

“I didn’t say they were attractive to me.”

Bryce’s mouth gaped open, but only for a second before he snapped it shut and rubbed his hand along his obnoxiously defined jawline. “Ouch. You wound me,” he jested, grabbing at his heart.

My eyes rolled of their own accord, but I caught the smile before it could twist my lips. “Oh, whatever. Your ego’s up here, and we both know that’d be the only part of you that’s wounded,” I tossed back with a light pat atop his head. “But I bet your fan club over there would be willing to build your ego back up if necessary.”

Bryce followed the tilt of my head until he found the group of elderly ladies sitting at a table across from us, all chatting and eyeing him appreciatively. They giggled and waved when he caught them looking. I couldn’t blame them for staring; now he was the one who brought the whole ‘sexy race car driver fantasy’ vibe to life.

“Nah, I’m good. Nothing like a shot to the pride to keep a guy grounded. Plus, something tells me you’re bluffing.”

I crossed my arms. “Why’s that?”

Bryce leaned across the table and I tried not to stare when the way he braced himself above the table put his arms at an angle that showcased his toned forearms. He was close enough that I almost reached out to run my fingers along the ridged veins. When did forearms become sexy?

Bryce’s five o’clock shadow gently tickled my cheek as he whispered, “Let’s see…it’s either because of the ten different ways you eye-f*cked me just now when I pulled off my helmet or the sounds you were giving me back in the parking lot. Take your pick.”

I couldn’t exactly deny either of those allegations, but I realized I wanted to give Bryce a taste of his own medicine. Turn the tables on him. After all, Milo was right—I wasn’t some timid, self-conscious girl who lacked confidence. At least I wasn’t before Bryce came into the picture and apparently got me all tongue-tied. I straightened my shoulders, sucked in a breath, and pushed back from the table. “Let’s not pretend I was the only one affected by that kiss.” I dropped my eyes down his body, letting them linger just long enough for him to notice before popping them back up to his face. “But the moment’s passed, Caesar. C’mon, let’s go play Skee-ball. Losing to you doesn’t sit well with me.”

He grinned. “Better buckle up, then, blondie; I have no intention of losing to you.”

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